Dialate sweet scrybe,

till your smiles contorting slower,

I'll wind you up so tight,

that I'm ribboned in your shattering,


It's about time you shut your eyes,

let me escape those painted jaws of time,

It's about time you lost my mind,

and spun me out into the starless night.


We collapse in the flowers,

looking up at the mirror,

You were somebodies daughter,


Suddenly summers gone,

running with the tears....